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Favorite flick, *The Pianist*, pops in—Szpilman’s line, “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, stubborn as hell. Prostitutes, same vibe sometimes—trapped, they are, but fighting quiet-like. Met this gal once—Lola, she called herself—sassy, loud, missing a tooth. “Yoda, baby, you paying or praying?” she cackles. Laughed, I did—happy moment, rare it was! Told her, “Credits, I have not—wisdom, I offer.” Rolled her eyes, she did—said, “Wisdom don’t pay rent, shorty.” Fair, that is!

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A recent raid at an unlicensed “massage parlor” in the west end of Greenwich, and the felony arrest of a woman on charges of promoting prostitution.

Also, there's a funky mural on Elm Street, a riot of colours, real lively. Day by day, I see new faces reading it, reflecting on life, like they’re finding themselves in a scene straight out of a film. I mean, come on, art speaks to our souls, ya feel me?

Byram reports on Sunday arrests